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Sonorous and powerful, full of firmness, it shook Fu Nian.

At a certain moment, Fu Nian seemed to see his childhood self in this child.

Perhaps, what the boy said was true... But whether it's true or not, the poor monk is only here to subdue the demons..."

"I have a feeling that as long as I subdue this demon, everything can be successful..."

Looking at the colorful tiger, the hint of whim in Fu Nian's heart became more and more obvious.

And this feeling made him desperate to drop the Zen staff in his hand.

"Nan no Amitabha..."

Above the void, Fu Nian stood upright, chanted a Buddha horn, and said:

"The poor monk is the Lingtai Temple of Mount Meru, what the little donor just said, whether it is true or not, I don't know, the poor monk came here, only because he heard that the monsters were in trouble, devouring many fellow Taoists, and he came here to subdue the demons..."

"Everything else has nothing to do with the poor monk!"

The words fell, Fu Nian directly waved the Zen staff in his hand, and a hundred-zhang pillar shadow appeared.

Directly pressed down on the upside-down demon tiger on the ground.

Since then, the Demon Tiger has been subdued.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing the body of the tiger lying across the corpse, above the wilderness, the half-grown child Jura suddenly looked at Fu Nian above the sky, and suddenly began to laugh.

Laughter with tears, tears with hatred.

"It's Sumeru Lingtai again, and it's Demon Guardian again..."

“... Pseudo-Buddha, pseudo-Buddha, a group of pseudo-Buddhists...!"

"1,300 years ago, the monk Nafa Ming killed my parents for this reason, and finally understood the truth, pretended to be merciful, and let my two brothers go, I thought... He suddenly woke up, but he didn't expect that now that a thousand years have passed, his fellow disciples will come to slaughter my brother again..."

"Sure enough... None of you bald asses can be trusted...!"

The laughter is gone, the tears are gone, and only hatred remains.

The purer the hatred, the calmer his words became.

As the words came out, a black and red demonic aura gradually emerged from Mi Luotu's body, wrapped around his body, becoming more and more intense, becoming... It's like substance.

"Monk Faming, is the master ?!..."

Attracted by the name of the monk Faming mentioned in the child's fairy tale, Fu Nian couldn't help but turn his head, but saw this amazing scene on the child.

"You... This is?!"

Looking at the calm and hideous face of the child in front of him, as well as the black and red demonic energy wrapped around his body like substance, Fu Nian couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

"Why, did you find out, that's right, I'm the demon in your eyes, what, I can't bear it, do you want to subdue the demon..."

"Sure enough, the monks are so hypocritical..."

"A thousand years ago, the monk Nafa Ming killed my parents in the name of subduing demons, and today there is another monk who killed my brother in the name of subduing demons..."

"What kind of monsters are making trouble, devouring many fellow Daoists..."

"That's just a common excuse for the sake of righteousness..."

"Since you want to take away my sacred relics so much, come and kill me..."

"Otherwise, with my Mi Luo Tu one day, your Lingtai Temple, your Buddha Gate, and all your Buddhist cultivation, you will not want to take away the holy relics of our clan..."

The child is crazy, but the old man is silent.

At this time, Fu Nian looked at the half-grown child and listened to his words, but he became more and more puzzled.

"I think this child is no more than a few years old, and he is a brother to the colorful tiger, and... Hearing this, this child actually met his master thousands of years ago..."

"I can't say it, but I have to go back and ask the master..."

"And now that this demon has been removed, I should too... I went back..."

Ever since he killed the tiger demon, Fu Nian has had an extra feeling in his heart.

A feeling of being on top of the mountain.

Perhaps, he has cultivated his life for thousands of years, and finally it is time to realize his thoughts.

The next moment, Fu Nian turned around and was about to leave, but behind him, Mi Luo Tu spoke calmly.

"Kill me..."

Hearing this, Fu Nian seemed to be unaware, stepped out, and walked forward.

"If you don't kill me today, in the future, when I am successful in cultivation, I will kill the Sumeru Lingtai, find you and Fa Ming, and avenge the murder of my brother, my father, and my mother..."

As if he hadn't heard it, Fu Nian didn't stop and walked forward.

"If you don't kill me today, in the coming day, I will be successful in cultivation, and I want this Shenzhou East Land, Buddhism and Taoism, and there will never be a peaceful day..."

Fu Nian didn't stop, and still kept moving forward.

"Today, if you don't kill me, in the future, I will be successful in my cultivation, and I will devote my whole life to the East Earth Buddhism Gate and disappear..."

This time, Fu Nian paused, but only for a moment, and continued to walk forward.

"If you don't kill me today, the next day, I will be successful in cultivation, I will save for a day, there will be no Buddha in the eastern soil, there will be no monks in the Lingtai, there will be no grass up and down Mount Meru..."

Hearing this, Fu Nian stopped in place.

"Jokes, what's the point..."

However, a thought flashed in his heart, Fu Nian did not turn around, but after staying for a while, he chose to continue walking.

The mind is moving, and the supernatural power arises spontaneously.

Fu Nian was about to leave, but he heard the voice of the child behind him sound again.

"Reincarnation is above, if I violate this word, I wish to fall into reincarnation forever, and there will be no return..."

Calm and resolute.

And this time, his voice fell, as if witnessed by heaven and earth, accompanied by the rolling thunder of the sky, endlessly.

Fu Nian turned around, looked at the child who was bubbling with black and red demonic energy, tightened his hand, and put it away... Rosary in the palm of your hand.

"Today, if you don't kill me, one day, I will kill you, and at that time, no one will be left alive in the Lingtai Temple of Mount Meru..."

Looking at Fu Nian, the child spoke, word by word, calm as water.

That kind of quiet, quiet is terrible, life and death are out of the way, as if it is not himself who says this.

And the thin old man beside him had already knelt on the ground, bowing to the ground and begging for mercy towards Fu Nian, who turned around.

"Master spare his life, this kid is just joking..."

"Since he was born, although it has been more than a thousand years, but until now, he is only half an old child, and his mental and physical shape is only equivalent to that of a mortal when he was five years old, and he has no taboos, not to mention, since he was born, he has never touched a drop of blood, and he asked the master to be merciful and surround his life..."

Fu Nian didn't look at the old man, but looked at the child named Mi Luotu.

And then... After a long silence, he didn't do anything, directly... Turn and leave.

The same stubbornness, the same resoluteness, the same putting life and death out of the way.

For a moment, Fu Nian saw his former self in the child's eyes.

He knew that if the child could speak, he would do everything he could to do it.

For a moment, he had a murderous intent.

But in the end... He didn't move.

His heart doesn't allow him to do that.

.........

Mount Meru, Lingtai Temple, inside the Bodhi Pavilion.

Fu Nian was full of joy.

The green lamp in front of the Buddha, bowing his head and thinking, only for the immortal Buddha.

It has been more than 1,400 years since he embarked on his fate.

This time, maybe it's him... When the thought comes true.

Suddenly like a dream, 1,400 years, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

Fu Nian didn't understand, after this thousand years, what he was round was no longer what he used to be, but what he was today... Demon.

If people are not attached, how can they seek immortals and Buddhas?

But who knows that immortals are human beings, so why bother?

The Buddha is ruthless, what is the use of asking!

In this world, those who are obsessed with a thought... Never... Only demons!

Thousands of years of bowing down, a thought into a demon!